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What was Christmas like for you when you were a kid?” Don asked. “We didn’t celebrate Christmas. We didn’t believe in God,” I answered. “Lots of people celebrate Christmas who don’t believe in God,” Don said. “You mean you didn’t do anything at all about Christmas?” “No—oh, I remember once a girlfriend of one of my uncles gave me a present. It was a little bottle of hand lotion. I’d never had anything like that before. It seemed like such a grown-up gift, and I was so...
I have a nativity set I put out on my table every Christmas. The three wise men are pretty worn. One is missing a nose and one had his head broken off and glued back on but it is crooked and permanently bowed but that’s OK. The camel’s legs were broken off and replaced with short pencils that were painted brown. The donkey is missing an ear. Joseph is missing a hand but Mary and Baby Jesus are still in good condition. I guess it isn’t very pretty anymore but it means somet...
People ask me the strangest questions. Why don’t you live in a teepee? Why don’t you make a pair of moccasins for me? Why don’t you know how to cook a buffalo? Why don’t you know some secret herbs and plants to cure my arthritis? Why aren’t you rich from all the Indian casino money? When I say I live in a house, I don’t make moccasins for people, I don’t know how to cook a whole buffalo and I don’t know any herbs to cure arthritis and I’ve never received a penny of casino m...
